When spring comes
You rarely think about fall
But it comes, anyway
How could devil lost its antlers?
Angel is a easy catch
Easy to bring down
I wish my eyes wouldn´t bee so blue
Maybe now, at last
When I look at the mirror
I can see them
Turned into black
You really know how to use colors in your poems. I really suck in it, so I look up to you...
ReplyDeleteSo yeah, the ending's the best part of the poem, and the beginning's good, too. I just wonder what happens in the between :P maybe it's supposed to be a mystery...
hmmm. In between.. Shall I tell you or do you wanna keep it mysterious? well devil is a devil and if you think like angel and you are credulous you are easy catch for it.
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